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~10~

The kitchen was spotless. Either from very little use or Harley always cleaned it exceptionally well. But either way the Joker wasn't complaining, as he found all the necessary items without a bother.

On the dark marble counter, lined out was, ice cream, a blender, straws, a cup and piles upon piles of unused tissues. There for emergencies, the Joker reassured himself.

He placed Lucy on one of the stools, using some unread books Harley bought, as support so the baby didn't fall. He surrounded her with tissues, afraid she would spill everything he prepared for her.

The strawberry ice cream sat, unopened on the counter. Ready to be savoured as the Joker smacked his lips together, but quickly reminding himself that this was for the baby. Not him.

So he took a spoon from a drawer and began to scoop the ice cream into the blender. He added a drop of milk and switched on the machine. After a minute he plugged it out and began to pour the lumpy beverage into the cup.

Lucy began to cough loudly, so the Joker awkwardly patted her back as he held the cup in his other hand. He raised it to her nose but received no signal of approval while she stared at the drink.

So he laced his fingers around a spoon, scooping up a drop of the drink, then placing it near Lucy's mouth. She instinctively drank the milkshake, until 3 quarters of it was left for the Joker.

Raising it to his lips he began to down it in one go. The taste lingering on his tongue as he satisfyingly licked his lips once more. So much for it being the babies. He chuckled to himself.

But suddenly his breath hitched in his throat as his eyes caught sight of Lucy. The previous pink milkshake reappeared in her mouth as her uncertain eyes stared back at his
It all came out in a burst as he quickly swiped more tissues from the table and began to desperately clean away at the expensive marble. She was covered in vomit, with a horrific smell of strawberry ice cream.

The Joker cringed at the grime that was slowly making its way down her clothes. He used the tissues to the best of his ability to resorting to giving her a quick wash.

"How do you do this?" He muttered to himself, his brows furrowing in thought as he walked to the sink and switched on the hot tap. He rolled up his sleeves of his shirt and tested the temperature. It was warm, so he lifted Lucy off the stool, making sure to keep his hands away from the milky pink liquid.

He rid her of the trash-worthy onesie, leaving on her vest, so she had some clothes on when Harley came home.

He sat her down in a basin and began to use his hand to carefully pour the water on her head. The black ashes, from the unforgettable fire, began to rinse down the sink, her hair becoming lighter after the dark powder disappeared. She giggled as she playfully slapped the bottom of the basin, causing the water to splash upwards.

The Joker smiled softly as her giggles made his chest tighten. His mind wandering to images of Harley, Lucy and himself, all seated opposite a warmly lit fireplace.

He was brought back down to reality when a speck of water landed on the tip of his nose. He chuckled looking down at Lucy who sat with a grin.

He scooped her up from the basin, holding her in his arms while he tickled her with a finger. She laughed uncontrollably, until a fit of coughs interrupted her glee.

"Must have a cold." The Joker whispered, tapping her on the nose as her coughs died down. Replacing them was a bright face, and wide glistening eyes.

"What happened?" A feminine voice interrupted from the door of the kitchen.

The Joker spun on his heel as Harley glared at him. Her eyes scanned the room while her eyebrows furrowed.

"Darling, the baby and I were just getting something to eat." The Joker replied holding Lucy in one arm as he walked over to Harley.

"Why does it look like a bomb exploded in here?" She shrieked, jutting out her hip and placing either hands on her waist.

The Joker looked around the kitchen. He could understand her anger but that was a little over the top. There was just some strawberry ice cream on the table and cups and the blender.

"And what did you do to Lucy? Why does she only have a vest?" Harley asked lowering her face to examine he child in his arms.

"She may have been a bit sick." The Joker answered immediately following with, "But it's nothing to worry about Harls. She's fine."

Harley sighed, unconvinced. "Well I'll go change her diaper and clothes." She stated taking her from his arms as she slung the shopping bag of baby supplies over her shoulder.

The Joker nodded leaning back against the counter as he watched Harley disappear out the door. His dark orbs examined the room. Letting out a grunt he pushed himself away from the counter and sauntered into the living room. Where the large flat screen TV sat, displaying the News.

On the screen was the Iceberg Lounge. With a smirking Oswald Cobblepot standing outside, holding his infamous cane.

The news reporter was explaining the murder of 3 suspected Crime Bosses in the club. But the murderer had fled from what Cobblepot described.

The Joker rolled his eyes at the stupidity of the GCPD for believing this.

"Gullible idiots." He muttered under his breath as he switched the screen off. "It's about time I pay Pengy a visit."
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